Stars Are Holding You Tonight
xChapter{7}
"Out of the way! Out of the way!" A voice boomed to nurses that stood in the hallways, causing them to duck out of the way. The gurney had a man strapped on to prevent him from moving. The man was connected to a respirator and a heart monitor to make sure he didn't slip into respiratory arrest or cardiac arrest for that matter. Yuffie watched as the men and women rushed down the hallway. Yuffie wasn't the kind of person who would worry about Vincent getting himself nearly killed. He's cheated death so many times she couldn't keep track.
"Damnit Vincent. Don't go dying on us." Yuffie said as she yawned, still in her pajama clothes, and scratched the back of her head. She watched them fade into the distance behind doors that swung on its hinges. Yuffie nearly roundhouse kicked the man who had placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but turned around to see a police officer.
"Sorry for startling you, ma'am, but do you need a ride home?" The man offered, how could she refuse? She nodded her head and rubbed her face with her hands as the police officer led her to his cruiser, opening the door to the back to let her in. Sliding in, she watched as the officer shut the door and made his way to the driver's side of the cruiser.
It wasn't long until they were back at Vincent's apartment when she waved at the police officer that had just drove her home. She let out a yawn and scratched the back of her head as she made her way up the spiral staircase, hoping to find Grimmjow waiting for her waiting to hear the news. But to her surprise, he wasn't there when she entered. She placed her hands on her hips and pouted.
"Jesus, Grimmjow, don't get yourself killed!" She said to no one in particular as she made her way to the living room, pausing to look at all the damage. Thinking twice, she turned around and decided that it would be best to sleep in one of the spare rooms instead.
Meanwhile the shadows twitched as another merged in. Of course, it wasn't just a shadow of a building or an object, it was the shadow of a man who walked on all fours, scaled the buildings with ease, and looked around carefully before setting foot any further. Eyes watched everything that moved to make sure it didn't see this strange mutation of a man before darting in between the buildings. Pausing, the man looked at his surroundings, hoping to find a clue of where his friend lay. A sign that held a great white circle and a large red plus caught his attention and he guessed that was where his friend was being held. Without thinking, the man darted towards the building in hopes of getting there without any distractions.
With little effort, the man climbed his way up the side of the building, looking into every window he came across to see if his friend was there, waiting for him. He remembered the others scent and sniffed about, sneezing a couple of times as dead flesh entered his nose. He couldn't tell if it was dead flesh, but it sure did smell like it. He tasted copper on his lips from this place of all the blood it held. A flick of his tail and he caught the scent he was looking for. Unable to contain his excitement, he made his way towards the window he knew was his. Of course, he thought that the that him scaling the buildings was a foolish idea since he stuck out like a soar thumb, but it seemed that the night life was nonexistent at the time. Everything was dead quiet but for the occasional chatter of stray cats and dogs that hid themselves from the world.
Without a second thought, he laid both hands onto the windowsill and pulled himself up, so that he was squatting on the sill. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, wanting not to wait to see if his friend was alright. As soon as everything became clear for him to see, he slowly crept in, one hand in front of the other as he watched around, claws clicking on the linoleum floor. He did pause a couple of times when a night nurse walked past the door out in the hallway. He could see them, for the room Vincent was in was the Intensive Care Unit, or the ICU. He stayed still as a china doll perched on a shelf and watched as they left his view. With a slow sigh, he made his way closer to the bed, carefully pulling himself up on his hind legs to get a better view. What he saw, he didn't like.
Vincent was motionless, hooked up to a heart monitor that made a beep for every pulse his friend's heart made. A ventilation tube snaked its way into Vincent's mouth and down his throat to allow him to breathe. Many objects were hooked up to him, making him look like he was more of a machine then a human being. Vincent didn't stir as the IVs dripped the life saving liquids into his veins. Grimmjow didn't know what to do at that moment but just to watch and stare as his friend battled for his life. He laid his head down upon his folded hands and his ears dropped to show that he was afraid and sad. He watched the chest rise and fall as he was breathing with the help of the machine that he was knelt next to. He closed his eyes and burrowed his face in his hands and let out a small whine.
He couldn't remember if he fell asleep or if he just blinked, because to his surprise, he felt a reassuring hand on his head and he quickly jerked his head up to look at the figure that laid on the bed. The eyes were still closed, but the hand was indeed his. Grimmjow didn't know how to feel, but he was relieved that he was alright. Even if he could see or not. Grimmjow took hold of the male's hand and held it in his own. The fingers wrapped around his palm and he put his cheek to his hand and let out a soft purr. Oh how great it was to know that a close friend was alive and doing alright. He felt that he could just cry at that very moment, but crying wasn't going to solve anything. Only strength and faith were able to do that.
"Vincent... Get well soon. I miss you already." He purred, a smile forming on the others lips.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine... Although I'm in this sorry state." The familiar voice laughed softly, Grimmjow couldn't help but laugh as well. That was when Grimmjow let go of the others hand and pushed himself to sit on the bed with the other as he looked down at the floor, the shiny linoleum illuminating the moon as it sneaked in. Grimmjow was still purring, even as he spoke.
"Yuff is worried too, although she no act like it." Grimmjow said, causing the other to smile.
"That's because she knows me all to well. I get this way often, comes with the job when you work for Reeve. Heh, but honestly, don't worry. I usually am out of these damn clean places in a couple of days or so." Vincent promised, his eyes opened just a crack to allow him to see the moonlit figure of the strange man he saved from a band of thugs.
"Ah." Was all the cat man could muster, still looking towards the floor. Vincent let out a sigh, even though he really wasn't awake at the moment, nor talking. How could he talk with a massive tube in his throat? Grimmjow wasn't hearing his voice, he was hearing his heart speak, the actions weren't real either. He was feeling them through his heart. Grimmjow looked up out the window and sighed, the moon twinkled as did it's many little sisters and brothers in the sky with it.
"Get well soon."
